Panto Progress

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So we had Windoleen and Zoflora. Windoleen is the outspoken (mind not in gear before mouth is operative) sister. Zoflora is the sarcastic and morose one. Those are the ugly sisters. Or rather they 'were' the ugly sisters until the PTFA asked me to add another facially disfunctional sibling to the mix.

Meet Vileda. She's the silly one - daft as the proverbial household implement. She also fancies Buttons. Methinks there might be a happy ending to his unrequited love for Cinderella. Awwww...

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